(THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY)
THE MUSIC FA DIS UN...
Layers and levels, thats what you are.
Like processed chocolate.
Where once you were a bean on the tree, so hard and strong tasting you have been refined.
Whether that is good or bad has yet to be seen.
You crushed and powdered and spread across the whole of our diaspora.
Sugar added in some cases has lead to our seeming diabetes, the mental disease that has brought us to our knees in the new world.
You so bitter... You so sweet.
We not knowing how to take you sometimes as we remove the wrappings.
Bite into your outside and savor your bouquet... Taste of the journey traveled for us to get to this point.
You melted down and moulded into this new new being... This new form where you are sold on the corner store shelf as a neck rolling, rachet ghetto hootchie.
Trying to look like the milky version with your relaxed hair and blue contacts.
Buy me... Buy me.
Layers and layers of chocolate pondered and perused in a chocolate mind.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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